After I died, the cold beauty fell from the altar

When the heart is cloudy, every day is cloudy.

The man sat under the Wangchun tree slumped, and occasionally one or two pure white flowers fell down and hit his clothes.

The moment he was tired and closed his eyes, a scorching breath rushed into the hall suddenly, making him tense, and subconsciously looked over.

The young man's red lips and bright teeth smiled at Li Yan, glowing like a flower with green waves, and gave him a presumptuous look: "Yo, you're not dead yet!"

"Get out."

He was very tired, and he didn't have the heart to get angry with him, he just wanted to tell this person to get out of here quickly.

"Third Senior Brother, I rushed to see you in a hurry, lest you die, but you spoke coldly to me, which made me very sad."

This person was ignorant, and ran up to him as lightly as a cat, deliberately disgusting him.

"Don't you just want to see me laugh?"

Mo Qiuzhe raised his eyelids, gloom gathered in them, and he said forcefully, "Now, are you satisfied?"

"satisfy?"

Su Wan raised his eyebrows, with an extremely disdainful expression. He raised his right leg and stepped on the edge of the chair. When he swung his arm, his expression became sharp, and the edge of the Chixuan Sword had already reached his jaw.

He picked up his beautiful and haggard face with the edge of his sword, and smiled viciously: "Senior brother, I still prefer the way you lie at my feet, lingering on me!"

"You despicable dog!"

Mo Qiuzhe's eyes were filled with anger, how could he bear this kind of humiliation, he dragged his body and rushed towards him with all his strength, with a vicious look of wanting to bite him to pieces.

Seeing that he had achieved his goal, Su Wan withdrew his sword at the right time, and took two steps back with a smile. It fell to the ground and crushed the magnolias all over the place.

"Tsk."

He was a little impatient, and moved with his thoughts, he drew a long sword and threw it beside him, sneering: "Don't you be so useless that you can't even pick up the sword now!"

Hearing this, Mo Qiuzhe strenuously half-supported his body, his knuckles gripping the hilt of the sword tightly, his eyes that had been lost in spirits burst into flames, he stood up slowly, his back stretched straight, and the long sword came out when he shook his sleeves. The sheath is cold and bright.

The hatred mixed with anger made him change his appearance. He clenched his molars, swung the tip of his sword, and hit the hateful man's face directly, and shouted: "Today, I will kill you dog!"

"Good come!"

The more energetic this person was, the more excited Su Wan became. A strange light flashed in his eyes, and he focused on his sword walking dragon move, and he immediately understood it.

Mo Qiuzhe's zhenqi was a little weak, and he relied on his most outstanding sword moves when fighting. Seeing this, Su Wan also suppressed his zhenqi from his whole body, and fought with sword moves.

In his eyes, Mo Qiuzhe at this time is a living peerless sword manual, and he continuously draws what he wants from him, even greedy enough to give birth to the idea of ​​hollowing him out.

Sui Jianguang flickered, and he did not forget to provoke him with words: "I will repeat these moves, but it's just me!"

"Open your dog's eyes and see clearly!"

Mo Qiuzhe's voice sounded like thunder rolling, his brows were twisted into pimples, the hand holding the sword was trembling due to too much force, the sword that was originally stabbed changed midway, the long sword was like a snake, wandering in the air, unpredictable.

It can be regarded as taking out the family fortune!

Su Wan went straight up to meet the sword, and used his move "Breaking the Cloud and Swallowing the Moon", and collided with the snake-shaped sword shadow with the momentum of a coiled dragon and a crouching dragon. The tree full of Wangchun flowers shook down.

Mo Qiuzhe is naturally not a dull person. He can see that every move and every style of his moves follows him. If he uses offense as defense, he uses defense as offense. They fit together perfectly, as if they are his own shadow.

Big and big snow-white flowers looking at the spring, one person looks like a rosy glow, the other person reflects the clouds and pines, and they are combined to make the world envious. Fighting each other, but the beauty is thrilling.

I thought that the Xunyang Palace should be a terrifying scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere, but I never thought that the eyes are full of the elegance of Yangchun Baixue.

The people who came to rescue the scene with the magic weapon were stunned, watching intently.

He Jing really didn't expect that Zhe Xuan, who was always thinking about refining weapons and practicing, would memorize every move and style of the swordsmanship he disdained to learn, and he would use it immediately after learning it, and quickly respond to external attacks , to achieve the effect of retracting freely.

While lamenting his extraordinary talent and being different from ordinary people, he couldn't help being relieved that this child has really changed a lot.

Li Xiyuan felt relieved, and there was a little melancholy in his brows and eyes: It would be great if the master saw the romantic scene between these two when they were fighting swords.

The disciples who came with them were extremely shocked and envious: they had practiced swordsmanship that was not perfect for several years, but the master of Changzhao made them move smoothly and smoothly with just one glance.

I thought that Fang Siyuan was unique in swordsmanship before, but looking at Daoist Zhexuan, it is simply the difference between a towering mountain and a weak ant.

"In this way, we are more like trash..."

After Mo Qiuzhe's disciples looked at each other, they couldn't help crying again.

His spiritual sense detected the cold looming in the distance, and Su Wan knew that his sick senior brother was coming, so he quickly withdrew his sword, the movements were done in one go, and then he pretended to cup his hands and said: "The third senior brother has excellent swordsmanship, Zhexuan is willing to bow down!"

The onlookers felt as if they were struck by a thunderbolt.

Mr. Meng Qi: It's too early to live, and the words of willing to bow to the wind came from the mouth of this fierce tiger!

He Jing: A good boy is neither humble nor overbearing, he knows the etiquette and keeps the etiquette, he is the light of my Taoism!

Disciples: Even though I know that the Hall Master has lost his memory, I still feel very absurd to hear these words from his mouth...

The person in front of him suddenly withdrew his sword, Mo Qiuzhe stopped the movement of the sword, and suddenly came back to his senses, and finally realized that there were all elders and disciples around him.

The sword in his hand still whispered, as if he was still unsatisfied in this fight, not only the sword, but also he himself was immersed in it, isolating the outside world, and his eyes were full of the blue shadow swinging the sword gracefully.

From this person, he could clearly see when his swordsmanship should hide its clumsiness and show its sharpness, and when it should be fully displayed. At this moment, he had mixed feelings in his heart, and he understood that he had been obsessed with swordsmanship for many years, but he still hadn't realized what it was. It is the real "Sword God Unity".

Su Wan took the first step to stop, in order to conveniently put the blame of "fighting with the same family" on Mo Qiuzhe's head. He was not willing to go to the Shensi Hall to receive the punishment. Anyway, Mo Qiuzhe had already received it once, so he must be familiar with the road. very.

Under the eyes of everyone, he walked towards the gate of the palace with a sword in his hand as if nothing had happened. When he passed by Yun Xingyou, he grinned and was about to throw the blame away: "This crime of fighting in the same family..."

"What is fighting with each other!"

He Jing pushed Yun Xingyou away, and looked at him with admiration, "Brothers compete with each other and learn from each other. How can it be called a fight? You did a good job!"

Yun Xingyou, who was pushed, spat at him secretly: God damn He Laogou, you are the only one with a mouth!

That's good, you don't even need to throw the pot away.

The Chixuan sword was hidden by him into the sea of ​​consciousness. He looked up at Xu Qingyi, who was cold and dusty, and showed him two sharp canine teeth, as if showing off his power: "Senior brother, Elder He praised me just now."

Xu Qingyi knew that this person was wagging his tail at him on the surface, but he was implying him behind his back, as long as the two of them competed and competed, it would not be regarded as breaking the rules of fighting with each other.

He gave him a calm look, "It's all right, let's go."

Meng Qijun's eyes were straightened in shock, and he asked He Jing in a low voice: "Why is he acting so obedient in front of the head of the sect? There must be something wrong with this!"

He Jing was so fascinated by the appearance of the person in front of him that his heart melted, and his eyes sparkled: "Our Zhexuan is really well-behaved and sensible! I just praise him, he is so happy, I will praise him more in the future!"

"Just spoil him to death!" Meng Qijun turned his head away angrily.

_;

Still not enough.

The sword finger gestures in the air, and the fiery red afterimage left on the fingertips is like a flower in the mirror of the moon in the water, illusory and gorgeous.

Su Wan always felt that Mo Qiuzhe was hiding something, and he couldn't force it out, so why don't he scold him another day?

I don't know how long he can hold on to his frustrated death, not to mention that this man is depressed and depressed because of his abominable apprentice before he can figure out his unique secret book.

Su Wan sat up from the tree trunk, and Chad caught a glimpse of the old man He Jing walking towards him with a smile, and his voice was full of anger: "Zhexuan, you never imagined how smart this new disciple is. people!"

Well, the old man is tirelessly selling his apprentices again.

"Especially there is one named Chen Wang, who has excellent bones and outstanding temperament. You will definitely like him after you meet him!"

"If he has the Heavenly Fire Spiritual Root, I'm somewhat interested."

"Heavenly fire spirit root is rare in a hundred years, don't you embarrass the old man?"

"Then don't talk."

Su Wan was absent-minded, and his gaze inadvertently crossed the distant sword practice field, and a familiar figure suddenly fell into his eyes, which made his delicate face a little surprised.

I just got into a fight with him yesterday, but today he came out to dance?

Except that this man is slightly thinner than before, the rest has not changed at all, the long sword is in his hand like a fish in water, like a cloud coming out of the mountains, shining brightly on one side.

In astonishment, he first lowered his head and let out a false smile, then wondered: Why did you fight him, and he got better instead?Does this person really deserve a beating?

The sword practice field regained its former vigor, and the disciples in the Xunyang Palace abandoned their previous lifeless appearance, and each of them became lively, repeating unfamiliar moves over and over without getting bored at all.

I probably saw someone who made this sword more eye-catching, so even if it is difficult to catch up with his footsteps, I still have to try to catch some of his shadow.

Occasionally, they would see their master staring at the emerald green Xuanyuan cypress not far away in a daze, which reminded them that the Lord Changzhao who had scared them out of their wits hadn't appeared for a long time.

_;

After the new disciples of Nanhua Dao passed the trial, Mr. Meng Qi knew which ones should be admitted to the outer sect, which ones should be accepted into the inner sect, and which ones could only be doormen.

In front of the broad platform of Tangting Peak, there are many seekers from the martial world.

Standing at the front, the young man stood on brocade shoes with cloud heads, dressed in a gold silk satin gown, with a hairpin interlocking in his hair, and looked radiant. He looked like he was from a rich family.

Meng Qijun's gaze was attracted to him unconsciously, and suddenly fell on the unkempt child behind him.

"Old He!"

Surprised, he urgently called He Jing.

Yue Zhi heard the sound and followed, and was about to ask what was the matter, when he saw Mr. Meng Qi gesticulating with his eyes, he hurriedly cast his eyes over it, and after sensing the aura emanating from the child, he couldn't help being surprised: how could this have anything to do with the flames on Zhexuan's body? Qi is exactly the same? !

Since they were not close to him in the microscopic water mirror, they didn't see anything strange about him, they just regarded him as an ordinary person without a spirit root and a spirit body. When they saw him today, they realized that he seemed not simple!

He Jing wanted to use his spiritual power to probe his veins, but the little guy flinched and took a step back, obviously very timid.

With a dark face and raised eyebrows, with a solemn expression, he penetrated the spiritual power from the top of his head, and after circulating through his internal organs, He Jing became more certain: this child has no spiritual roots, and his spiritual body is weak, but there is nothing in his body. The warm air veins indeed belonged to Zhexuan.

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感谢在2022-04-0323:48:33-2022-04-0420:55:01期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 20 bottles for kangaroos; 1 bottles for calling dad;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!